One last stop that I can foresee
the months ahead lay shrouded in thickest cover
awaiting living breath to raise them from their unborn slumber
I’ve never been one without a plan
I find that I am without one, now
but I am fully here
My thoughts were always elsewhere
flitting towards the next moment
the present fleeting and forgotten
the past a gray haze
now, the days are full and real
slow, but alive
tangible
filled with whisperings of Fatherly assurance
I am here
I am finally here
How thankful I am for this purposed stall
my slate is clean, and You hold my heart
I knew how to run
now You’re teaching me to walk
what a gloriously simple endeavor
May I never forget the beauty in waiting
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